"Sunside: First planet from the system sun. Warm, humid climate. Fishing, flower-growing for export, mining, and natural handicrafts. Population ratio 7 to 1, males all somatypes and admixtures. "Midplanet: Second planet out. Temperate climate. Farming, fur-trapping, slight manufacturing. Ratio 7 to 1, all somatypes and admixtures." "Newman's body, last planet out from the system sun...." He finished the list and gave them five minutes to decide. The names of the three planets appeared on the floor in glowing letters. When they had made up their minds, they were to go and stand on the name. They held a short conference. "It looks like it's a tossup between fish and furs," Ruby said. "I think I'll take Midplanet. I like furs better than fish." They argued a moment longer, then picked up their belongings and went and stood on the luminous letters. VII No doubt of it, the carpet made a fairly suitable green, Escher thought. He placed the ball firmly on the nap, stepped back a pace, and tapped it smartly with the golf club. It rolled in a beautifully straight path into the upturned water glass. "Very nice shot, Claude." Escher looked up and leaned the club against the side of the desk. "I thought so, too," he agreed. "What brings you here, Mac?" MacDonald sat down and poured himself a glass of water from the beaker on Escher's desk. "Just wanted to pass on the compliments of the Board for the recent large upswing in woman emigrants to the colony planets." Escher casually waved it aside. "It wasn't much. We just had to rid ourselves of some old-fashioned notions, that's all. I was afraid, though, that the Board might disapprove of our methods." MacDonald thought for a moment. "No, I guess they didn't. I can't recall any members of the Board complaining about it, at least. Apparently they felt that something drastic was needed. Or, more probably, they've kept themselves carefully ignorant of just how we did it. Oh, they know we violated privacy in a lot of cases, but they're willing to overlook it." "Very white of them, I'm sure," Escher grunted. He took up the club and set the ball back on its carpet tee. "How about a game tomorrow afternoon?" MacDonald shook his head. "It didn't bother the Board much, Claude, but I followed your advertising and I was down to the port to see a contingent of our new colonists take off. It bothers _me_, Claude. The ads you sent to the different planets, the whispering campaign we arranged for, the subtle propaganda we sent out--and then the women. Don't you think there will be some sort of howl? We've definitely led them to believe one thing and here we're sending them--well, the new colonists leave a lot to be desired."